Cake And Ice Cream

michael jackson and britney had a baby
a billion dollar baby
who owns the moon.
flesh and bone and soul of stone
‘i’ll fucking kill you!’ she shrieked
at ten thousand dollars per second.
‘trust our president’ says the resident
of the smoothest tan EVER
polywrapped in white vinyl.
the curse of perfect styrofoam
‘makes a man loose and hard to swallow’
dead inside at twenty-five.
digital magic for the comeback album!
duet with elton
then back to the bunker in iowa.

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